The Good-for-Nothing Servant Doesn’t Want to Die

The cultivation world's universally acknowledged iron law: those with Heavenly Spirit Roots stand above the rest, while those with mixed spirit roots are lower than dirt. He Ping Sheng transmigrated into the body of a servant, with spirit roots so useless even dogs looked down on him. Every day, he swept floors, chopped wood, and took beatings. Staying alive was a struggle. Then he found a broken basin in a heap of trash behind the mountain. Put in a monster core, and the next day there were two. Put in a spirit stone, and the next day there were two. Put in a cultivation manual, and four words appeared on the bottom of the basin: “We don't take trash.” He Ping Sheng grinned. With the basin in hand, those geniuses had better not complain when he smashes their smug faces in. But he soon discovered the basin didn't work for free. Every time it made a copy, it took something from inside him. And the mighty figures who looked down from on high were watching the basin in his hands with greedy eyes. They didn't want the basin. They wanted his life.